The p-word and other foul language she used

She donned a flower wreath and pulled the curtain around her like a cape and shouted, “I’m a princess!”

Where did she learn this filth? School? Her potty-mouthed peers? Rock ‘n roll?? Television???

Society is going to heck in a discount, mass-produced, made-in-China handbasket.

I’ve tried my dadgummitedness to keep such profanity out of my home, but I guess we can’t protect our children forever. Disney will eventually win. All we can hope for is to teach our children the alternative — a non-conformist, non-consumerified existence in which little girls’ choices for idols go beyond — ugh! — princesses.

Worse, being a princess is passive. Just look at Ariel or Cinderella or Snow White or Britney. Always waiting for a man to save you.